CHAPTER XV.
I turn to go: my feet are set To leave the pleasant fields and farms: They mix in one another's arms To one pure image of regret.
TENNYSON.
That little space of time was an exceeding sweet one.

Governor was at home again, -- and Governor was going away again.

If anything had been needed to enhance his preciousness, those two little facts would have done it.

Such an idea entered nobody's head.

He was the very same Winthrop, they all said, that had left them four years ago; only taller, and stronger, and handsomer.
"He's a beautiful strong man!" said Karen, stopping in the act of rolling her cakes, to peer at him out of the kitchen window.